Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Time fucked-up yet again, out of step for us to mend, to see changes, to learn to evolve, instead - Shackled to the past and
By Grz Colm2 years ago in Poets
In the early light of dawn's embrace, Our bed's a cozy, sacred place, Yet every morning brings the test, Of who can stay in slumber best.
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
We both certainly knew we came from different worlds. Mine straighter & yours more narrow Your mental just didn't mesh with mine.
By Serafina2 years ago in Poets
somewhere out there, somewhen in time, you and i did not stay the same. we never fell to our knees. we held each other fast.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Poets
I could have accepted not spending my entire life with my first love. Though, I assumed they would be far more extraordinary
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Poets
Your name means “from the sea” So I don a captain’s hat To find you how I can. How hard can it be? What keeps you from being next to me?
By Jack Friend2 years ago in Poets
Lost two years of life spun out on you Addicted to your lethal charms I bought all your lies like drugs And depleted my soul
By Heather Hagy2 years ago in Poets
I didn't know I was flying I thought I was just high I guess whatever I was smoking on Put me in the sky The drugs held my soul
By Erianna Gilliam2 years ago in Poets
I was warrior one - aching to stretch limbs. You: Sunday rest - palms pressed: breath of sky. I learnt to say “namaste” (but I) failed
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
I guess it must have been A sort of factory fault... But she looked into his eyes And she could see through His mechanical cliche
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
I wish I knew more… I wish I desired less Of the drama And more of the care, The love and respect. I was the man in your life,
I remember the plague; Spray-painted with dust converted into mud. You closed your ears Thinking I would be loud. All I could hear were screams,
